Jessie Stead

Jessie Stead is a New York–based artist working in installation, cinema, music, collaboration, and other overlapping disciplines. She is the experimental percussionist in the art band #hariboner, currently recording their debut LP.

CAMMISA BUERHAUS, CHROMA COLOR ORGAN, 2010

The Fondazione Prada’s current “Art or Sound” exhibition illuminates the historical relationship between visual art and sound making, as well as the figure of the artist-musician. A future iteration of “Art or Sound” should include Chroma Color Organ, 2010, Cammisa Buerhaus’s hurricane-inspired pipe organ/sculpture made from white pine, locust wood, mousetraps, and Plexiglas and powered by two blowers from 1960s IBM copy machines. I met this organ on Buerhaus’s rooftop, where I shot video of a private performance she staged with saxophonist Tamio Shiraishi and butoh dancer Michiru Inoue. The elaborate construction required two hours to set up, and shortly after the music started, a thunderstorm hit hard. As fast as the wind, we broke down and sheltered the organ from the sudden downpour. The eventual performance was well worth the unforeseen labor and drama of starting over again.

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BRADLEY EROS, EAU DE CINEMA, 2014

For his recent exhibition at Microscope Gallery in Brooklyn, “eau de cinema: constellations & contradictions,” Bradley Eros distilled the poetic alchemy of the creative act with eau de cinema, 2014, a bottled perfume evoking the aura of film.Its genesis lay in the metaphysical essence of celluloid’s basic elements: silver, dust, and light. The scent was conjured from a number of aromatic experiments conducted by Eros and a perfumer, much as an image-ghost appears as the by-product of photochemical processing.

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Light Show, the latest LP by the iconoclastic Los Angeles–based artist Jack Name, plays like a neo–glam rock novel. Laced with lyrical narrative cryptology and skyrocketing from penetrating melodic structures, the familiar sound of electric guitars can still overflow with innovation and transgression. The album’s sequel, Weird Moons, will be released on Castle Face Records later this year.

CAVE TOADS

I had a cave toad experience while working with Ramiken Crucible on the series of exhibitions “Cave Show,” in the remote Cueva Arcillas in Puerto Rico. Outnumbered by scores of bats, the cave toad’s uncanny likeness to sculpture could be attributed to its deceptively inanimate state and to the sublimely disorienting situation instigated by “Cave Show.” The series “reamends the rights of artists to make mistakes, currently, on the same order of magnitude as cave men.” During the third expedition, in February 2014, the cave toad’s hypnotic persona came to harmonize the group’s collective imagination. This transient god inspired an impromptu jamboree of attempts to manifest our projections in terra-cotta, guano, fire, and performance. None of this was contrived caveman posturing. Only in hindsight does this spontaneous communal activity seem linked to the animal preoccupations common in neo-Paleolithic art. The cave toad is so present it is future.

Enlightenment Wines does not limit their fermentation methods to grapes. Revisiting low-tech ancient practices in New York’s Hudson Valley, the cult winery produces limited-edition wines, dry unfiltered meads, and potions with locally sourced botanicalsmany of which come in bottles labeled with cryptic drawings and silk-screened snakes. Their esoteric allure extends to their intoxicating titles, which sound like, or make direct reference to, works of artOrtrud, Night Eyes, Last Gift of My Daemon Lover, The Wild Melaides,etc.

Dandelions to be used in Enlightenment Wines’s “Memento Mori” dandelion wine production.

THE CINEMA OF CARLOS GONZALEZ

In May 2013, Tomato House art space in the Ocean Hill neighborhood of Brooklyn hosted a rare screening of four titles from the filmography of Carlos Gonzalez: Look In There (2012), Ticket to Hell (2012), Heaven’s Rope (2013), and Chinese Fog (2013).The videos are shot, edited, and screened using VHS tapes that, daringly, contain the only existing copy of the movie, or at least I heard that rumored in the audience. It felt very real as Gonzalez hit the play button and glowing rhythms of VHS artifacts willfully attacked the recorded images and sound. His alter egos include the prolific musician Russian Tsarlag and comic-book artist Slime Freak. The videos bring his enigmatic stage persona and damaged minimal narratives to the screen, and then take off into unforeseen dimensions distinctively their own.

PACIFIC AQUARIUM

Located at 46 Delancey Street in New York, Pacific Aquarium is a commercial retailer of ornamental fish, acquatic plants, and related accoutrements. Visiting is like a quickie downtown scuba dive, if such a thing were an option.

Freshwater aquarium at Pacific Aquarium, New York, 2013.

HERO HOUSE

A small group of artists recently transformed the interior of an abandoned firehouse on Manhattan’s Lower East Side into a makeshift art castle. The built-in romance of trespassing aside, room after room of Hero House revealed miscellany, found on-site, impressively reassembled into a system of sculptural obstacles you had to climb, crawl through, or slide down to gain access to new areas. A rope and a pair of gloves placed where a fire pole had once been was the most dramatic instance; you could easily imagine falling from the considerable height. It provoked you to summon your inner stunt double, a worthy confrontation that left you smiling at your rusty superhero fantasies at the other end of the rope.